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"[My relationships were] like I was in these movies where the script was only half-written. When I’d get to the end of this half-script, the other actors wanted me to ad lib. But I had never gotten the hang of that. That’s why these movies were always box-office failures. Six of them in the past twenty years. I always blew the lines." ~ from my horrible first novel "Learn How To Pretend." (unpublished)(obviously)

Saturday, January 12, 2013

People Like Us

There are more like us. All over the worldThere are confused people, who can't rememberThe name of their dog when they wake up, and peopleWho love God but can't remember where

He was when they went to sleep. It's All right. The world cleanses itself this way.A wrong number occurs to you in the middleOf the night, you dial it, it rings just in time

To save the house. And the second-story manGets the wrong address, where the insomniac lives,And he's lonely , and they talk, and the thiefGoes back to college. Even in graduate school,

You can wander into the wrong classroom,And hear great poems lovingly spokenBy the wrong professor. And you find your soulAnd greatness has a defender, and even in death you're safe.